Tuesday, August 19, 2014

How to Kill Your Boss by Krissy Daniels

Synopsis

When Tatum’s
daydreams of murder become a reality, all fingers point to her.

In Tatum
Wood’s opinion, murdering her boss on a daily basis within the safety of her
thoughts is better than therapy. Until he takes a swan dive off a building and
all evidence points to her. Thank goodness she has Franklin Reed. Her
mysterious, overprotective and drop-dead gorgeous coworker is all too eager to
play hero. With two attacks in her building and her stalker with a penchant for
roses, Franklin’s injection into her life couldn’t have come at a better time.

As Tatum and
Franklin scramble to discover who’s behind the murder, secrets are unearthed
that question his motives...as well as his identity.

Excerpt

Franklin
tossed his cell at my feet, rolled down his window, and took a deep breath.

Classified?
“Who are you?” I swiveled to face him.

His grim
expression softened. Barely. “You know who I am.”

“Who are
you?” I asked again, more a demand than a question.

“The man who
keeps saving your ass.” He looked my way, and I got my first glance at his
face. The skin surrounding his eye boasted several shades of purple and blue.
His nose definitely didn’t look right, and three large scratches stretched from
his left eye to below his cheekbone. Not bad for my first shot at kicking
someone’s ass. Instinct urged me to reach over and offer comfort. I tucked my
hand under my leg to keep it from such betrayal.

“Why were men
shooting at you?” I asked, unable to cloak the seething anger in my tone.

“They weren’t.”

“Now you’re
not making sense.” I pulled on the door handle. “I’ll jump out if you don’t
start talking. Why were men shooting at you?”

“They weren’t
aiming for me, Killer. You were the target.”

Author Bio

Krissy is a
full time writer, an avid reader, and lover of all things romance.

Growing up
surrounded by the great outdoors, her childhood was full of adventure that
fueled an overactive imagination and ignited a passion for storytelling.
Whether it be dolls, or running free through the wooded areas surrounding her
home, playtime always included a tormented villain, a damsel in distress and a
larger than life hero.

After
relentless encouragement from friends and family, she finally put the
characters in her head to pen and paper. The only thing she loves more than
curling up with a steamy romance novel, is cozying up to her desk and writing
her own sexy adventures to share with others.